what if i was a boy and you were a boy and you still lived in our hometown where we grew up together and we both tried to make our own lives but you ended up back where we started and i got out at least for a little and i came back after my mother’s death and my father’s intense isolation from the world to try and see if our family home was worth living in and i saw you again and thought maybe, maybe i was never meant to leave this place but i have ties outside this town and you never managed to grow any new roots and it turns out i was never meant to stay and you were never meant to leave but i still think about you once i’m gone and the place that did everything and nothing for us even though i know we couldn’t have lasted but we couldn’t have made it through our adolescence without each other. what about that.